When I took a closer look at the ground, I saw that everything was out of breath. The subordinates checked, some were hit by blunt objects, some were stabbed by knives... "
Before he finished speaking, Nuha was already furious, and threw him aside, "Useless waste, even the little Nanren can't deal with it! This general will go in person!"
"General, don't do it." The other person hastily pulled him back, "General, the terrain below is complicated, and it's small and narrow. We can't stand upright at all. If we encounter an enemy, we won't be able to move around below." , There is no chance to fight back, only to be beaten passively."
Obviously, the previous few people suffered a lot because of this. The people in the grassland were tall and burly, and they were not comparable to the people in the south. The underground passage below is narrow and difficult to fit in. The southerners may be flexible below, but they can't. Moreover, the terrain below is complicated, if you rush in again rashly, the ending will probably be the same as the previous five people.
How can Nuha swallow this breath, in front of them, the southerners are always allowed to be slaughtered by them, and now it is a bad start. How could he not be annoyed by the loss of five soldiers all at once
"General, none of these people would be able to escape if they were on the ground, but now that they are retreating into the hole, there is nothing we can do about them!" The subordinate persuaded earnestly.
"Yes, General. General, don't forget the task assigned by the lord, and don't be arrogant."
Nuha spat bitterly, since the prince was mentioned. He would never dare to disobey orders.
"That's all!" Nuha had no choice but to give up his impulsive thoughts. In the end, he still couldn't bear the tone, and said bitterly: "Set fire to me and burn all these houses down."
"Yes!" Someone obeyed.
And some people looked at the billowing black smoke at the entrance of the village and sensed something was wrong. They came forward with a bright mind, thought of something, and reported: "General, there seems to be something wrong."
Ruha turned around. "What's wrong??"
"General, the black smoke at the entrance of this village could not be wolf smoke, right? There was a pile of fire at the entrance of the village before, presumably it was used to inform the news, otherwise at our speed, we would come here without anyone noticing, How could they be dodged by them?"
This reminded Nuha. He looked at the place at the entrance of the village where black smoke was still rising. There was no wind at this time, and the black smoke curled up to the sky. A highland, looked around the distance, as expected, there are several such black smoke in the distance, presumably because the southerners saw the warning here, they also lit up the beacon to pass the news.
In fact, it's no wonder they didn't see it for a while. The main reason is that the beacon fires were basically lit on the beacon towers when wars were launched on the border to send messages as a warning. But here, it's just an ordinary village, how do the villagers know how to burn the smoke? Therefore, for a while, no one thought about it at all. Now it seems that it is really as the person said.
Yes, this is Ming Yu's trump card, and Ming Yu has specially sent people to train the villagers in each village. As long as there is an enemy attack, you can light a beacon to warn the villages along the way. In order to avoid danger in time, take precautions early, and notify the garrison or guards to rush to rescue as soon as possible.
"General, they have already known our whereabouts. It is useless to think about it any further. What should we do next?" Someone asked aloud.
Nuha's face was gloomy, and he didn't expect that it was because of this reason that he returned without success. Yes, looking at the current situation, even if they went on to the next village, they might encounter the same situation.
They didn't have much left to eat. Originally, according to the original plan, they could plunder the supplies of the southerners while marching to enrich themselves. But now it seems that this method is no longer effective. No matter where they go, there are empty villages, not even a grain of rice is left, and they can't get anything even if they want to grab it.
Yeah, what now? You can't let your brothers go hungry.
Nuha glanced at the entrance of the underground passage where people were hiding, maybe he really wanted to go down, catch those people one by one, and let them hand over the food.
The subordinates guessed his thoughts, "General, we are not afraid of anyone on horseback, but if we go down, maybe we will hurt more soldiers."
Nuha hadn't spoken yet, but someone beside him sneered and said, "Damur, when did you become so timid? You were actually afraid of these people and passed it back. Don't laugh at their big teeth? These southerners are all thin and small. Like a chicken, even with bare hands, I can kill one with one punch." After speaking, he bowed to Nuha and said, "General, why don't you let your subordinates go down and catch him out."
Dahmuel frowned when he heard this, obviously disapproving of what he said. This Babtso didn't get along well with him normally, and whenever he seized the opportunity, he wanted to sarcastically say a few words to him, but this time it was a big deal, nothing more than a joke, and when he was about to refute, Nuha burst out laughing.
"Okay, this is the courage that we grassland men should have. The general promised you a team to capture these mice alive." Nuha agreed to Babucuo's request without hesitation.
Babucuo gladly took the order and led a ten-man team. Then they went down into the tunnel. The previous few people must have accidentally fallen into the conspiracy of the southerners. With preparations on their own side, naturally such a thing would not happen.
He entered the tunnel full of confidence and realized that what Damur said was right. This channel is really a bit too small. I can't even straighten my waist. You can only walk down with your waist down.
Tut tut! Only southerners are suitable for drilling such a hole, and they are all shady mice.
A group of people filed in, and soon they were confused by the scene in front of them, and they dug seven or eight passages, large and small, on the wall of the cave. Each does not know where it will lead. This made it difficult for Babucuo. With so many passages, which one should they take
"Why don't you go in groups of two to have a look?" Someone immediately suggested.
Babucuo thought about it, and that was the only way to go. If you walk one by one, you don’t know when you will be able to finish. He nodded, "Okay! Go and check each other first, don't go far, and come back immediately if you find something wrong." He was still a little cautious A little bit, after all, what happened to the five brothers just now is still before our eyes.
Everyone responded and went separately. They also knew that there was some danger here, otherwise they wouldn't lose their hands. Everyone bowed their backs, holding the unsheathed short blade tightly with their right hand, carefully guarding against detection.
Babucuo didn't move, he stood still, holding a knife in his hand, and kept vigilant. As long as there was a problem on that side, he would quickly reinforce him.
Not long after, people came out to report one after another, and some people said that the side they were walking was a dead end, and they couldn't get through at all.
Some people also said that there was nothing unusual, just an ordinary passage, no different from where they are staying now.
After waiting for a while, there were still two people who hadn't come out. Babucuo couldn't wait any longer, and he had clearly decided not to go far. Why didn't these two people come out yet
"Why don't we go and have a look." Someone suggested.
Babucuo thought the same way, so he simply agreed, and a group of people walked towards the passage of the two people. It didn't take long to find that they were both dead.
Babucuo was startled, stepped forward to look, and saw a short arrow stuck in each of the two men's chests, the body of the arrow went straight into the heart, leaving only a little tail feather exposed.
The two of them were obviously killed by one blow, otherwise there would be no news about it. They were all wearing armor. How did such a small short arrow penetrate the armor and kill them with one blow
Babucuo couldn't figure it out, but he also knew that the southerners must be hiding in the dark and secretly firing sniper arrows, which made it hard for people to guard against. He also finally understood how the previous few people lost their lives. In this case, no matter how powerful a warrior is, he probably won't be able to escape, right? What they are facing is not the unarmed southerners, but the southerners who will fight back and kill.
Everyone held their breath and concentrated, they were not afraid to fight with their lives, but if they couldn't find an opponent in this way, they might be killed by a cold arrow, which made people a little uneasy. Wouldn't this group of them have become living targets? The air was very quiet, and some people had the idea of retreating. Before they went deep, they could retreat in time to save their lives.
There were also people who were vigilant all around, hoping to catch the southerners who were hiding in the dark and chop them up.
"What should we do now? Why don't we go back first and report to the general?" Finally someone spoke.
Babucuo glared at him. How did he swear to the general just now? Go back now? Didn't he slap himself in the face
"I plan to look further ahead. Maybe the southerners are right ahead. Our dead brothers will always be sacrificed with their blood." He glanced at the crowd, "If you don't want to go, you can go back by yourself now."
As soon as these words came out, even a few people who had retreated did not dare to show it. If they ran away, their generals would kill them without the help of the southerners.
Babucuo walked out first, without noticing that there was a black shadow flashing past at another fork in the corner.
The black shadow cat stooped, got into another passage, turned a few more bends, and then stopped. This place is not like a slender passage, but rather more spacious, accommodating a dozen people is no problem.
There were already a few people waiting there, and when they saw a familiar figure coming in, someone lit an oil lamp, they were the village patrol